This is a song about "Mac and d kotta"

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Bumping heavy d and the boyz, still "chunky but funky"

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

Two tres on my waist, and i feel like (d)jango, with and without the d/

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Bumping heavy d and the boys, still chunky, but funky

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

And the whole of group c can suck my d

I'm only eighteen, born and raised up from the d

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I'm everything that they call nice

So fuck the mac millers and duck this please

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Bumping heavy d and the boys

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

I see you d-12, and thanks, but me need no help